In the night, the building of the Southwest Military Region Headquarters was dark and quiet, and the corridor where the combat department was located was filled with a tense atmosphere. Two sentries standing in front of the corridor door of the combat department saw Wan Lin and the others coming, and they raised their hands.
He saluted with his hands and pushed open the corridor door.
Wan Lin and others hurriedly walked into the corridor, and a staff officer standing in front of the imaging room of the War Department hurriedly greeted them. He stopped, raised his hand, looked at Wan Lin and Wang Tiecheng and saluted, and then whispered: "Qi
The minister and Director Ye are waiting for you." He then led a few people to the door of the imaging room and opened the door.
The imaging room has been regarded as the temporary headquarters of this operation. Wan Lin and others strode into the room and saw that under the dim lights in the room, the operation commanders Ye Feng and Qi Zhijun were standing at the conference table, both of them raising their heads.
They stared intently at the projection screen hanging on the wall, their expressions very serious, and the screen was showing a dark mountain.
Ye Feng and Qi Zhijun turned around and looked back when they heard the footsteps. They looked at Wan Lin and others who were standing at attention to salute them. They then raised their hands and waved between their foreheads in return. Then they saw a bare heart.
His little head poked out from behind Wan Lin and the others, and the little monk looked into the room furtively.
As soon as the two of them were about to ask Wan Lin and others to sit down, Ye Feng noticed the bandages wrapped around the little monk's arms and the blood stains all over his body. He stepped in front of Wan Lin and others in shock, stared at the little monk and asked nervously
: "Little monk, are you injured?"
Qi Zhijun also saw the bandages and blood stains on the little monk's body. He stepped to the door, looked at Wan Lin and shouted sternly: "Baotou, why did you gentlemen let this kid rush in front of you, and then let him
Is he injured?" He then looked at the staff officer Xiao Liu standing at the door and ordered: "Send this kid to the military hospital quickly!"
When the little monk heard that Minister Qi was ordering someone to take him to the hospital, the boy hurriedly hid behind Feng Dao beside him. He shouted anxiously: "Qi... Minister Qi, I... I'm fine, really... really
It's okay. I...my senior brother has...already treated me. I'll be fine soon. I...I don't want to go to any medical...hospital. There is...a morgue there. I...I
I’m not going there.”
Ye Feng and Qi Zhijun heard the boy's panicked cry. They both looked at the bullet holes in the boy's chest and then turned to look at Wan Lin. Ye Feng asked worriedly: "Leopard head, this
Is the kid’s injury really okay?”
Wan Lin replied with a wry smile: "He was hit by bullets in the arm and chest. There was a penetrating wound on the arm. It was nothing serious. The two bullets in the chest were blocked by the body armor. He was wearing a new type of body armor. The effect of this body armor is
It is extremely good and can quickly decompose the powerful impact of bullets, so he was shot in the chest without causing any substantial damage."
Wan Lin then looked at Qi Zhijun and replied: "Mr. Qi, it's not that we asked this kid to rush to the front. It was this guy who acted as if he had been given a shot of blood as soon as he got into action. He rushed forward regardless of it. At that time, Nighthawk
As soon as he rushed up to the wall of the community, this kid jumped out of the wall without hesitation, and was immediately shot with a hail of bullets by Nighthawk."
He then said with some fear: "Now that I think about it, I'm scared. If he hadn't been wearing the bulletproof vest that Sister Yu gave him, and the bullet hadn't hit his head directly, otherwise he would be lying in the morgue of the hospital now. The battle is over.
We will send him to the hospital later, but this kid heard that there is a morgue in the hospital and refuses to go there. The injury on his arm is not serious. We have already treated the wound. Just wait for Xiaoya to come back and sew a few more stitches. No need.
Go to the hospital."
When Ye Feng and Qi Zhijun heard Wan Lin's answer, the tense expressions on their faces relaxed. Ye Feng lovingly pulled the boy in front of him, stared at the bullet hole on the boy's chest and yelled: "Little monk, fight.
You can't rush indiscriminately. You must first grasp the enemy's position and movements before you can take targeted actions. If you rush forward regardless, you are not looking for death!"
The young monk quickly replied: "Director Ye, I... I have learned my lesson. When I was shot in the chest, I almost choked to death and couldn't breathe..." he said.
Then he changed the topic and asked: "By the way, I...my second grandfather didn't...he didn't come, right?"
Ye Feng and Qi Zhijun heard the boy talk about being shot, and suddenly asked about his second grandfather. They were both stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Ouyang Shan recognized this boy as his grandson.
Ye Feng raised his hand and patted the boy's head and said with a smile: "This boy is really good at changing the subject. In such a short time, it turned to your second grandfather. It seems that you really regard the commander as your second grandfather."
Already?"
The young monk looked up and saw him replying: "Of course, how...how can you just recognize grandpa? I...my second grandfather said, he...he is not...not the commander in front of me, just...just...
My second grandpa. Just now I... I wanted to cut off Nighthawk's head, but my senior brother refused to let me. I was afraid... my second grandpa would say that I didn't keep... my trust."
Ye Feng and Qi Zhijun both laughed when they heard the boy's answer. Ye Feng pulled the boy to the table and said: "Don't worry, your second grandpa won't talk about you. Just sit still."
He then looked at Wan Lin and others and said: "On the way to the hospital just now, Sha Xiaofeng reported to me your rescue of the hostages and the killing of Nighthawk. He specifically reported to me that the young monk behaved extremely in the warehouse.
Excellent, not only attracted the attention of the enemies in the warehouse, but also provided cover for you to safely enter the pipeline. Moreover, he also performed very bravely in the subsequent pursuit of Nighthawk. Nighthawk was shot to death by Xiaohua and this kid at the same time.
of."
As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, Qi Zhijun was already staring at Wan Lin and asked with some suspicion: "Leopard Head, Nighthawk was really killed by this kid and Xiaohua together?"
"That's right, we were chasing Nighthawk in the community. This kid was running very fast. As soon as we got close to him, he had already jumped up towards the fence. At that time, Jingheng also jumped up from outside the fence."
"The boy Nighthawk moved very quickly. When he saw Jingheng jumping out of the courtyard, he raised his hand and swiped the shuttle with the micro-flush in his hand. Jingheng was hit and fell on his back to the outside of the courtyard. Nighthawk also pounced down at the same time.
Go." Wan Lin replied.
He then glared at the little monk again and continued: "At this time, Xiaohua jumped down from the side wall and slapped the nighthawk on the head with one talon. Jingheng also jumped up after landing, and he threw a dart in the air.
He hit Nighthawk's ribs, then pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into Nighthawk's neck, so Captain Sha was right, it was Xiaohua and Jingheng who teamed up to kill Nighthawk."